My images are deliberately incomplete. They include clues to what lies outside of the picture. On account of their visual paucity, they demand to be completed by the viewer’s vision. All these photographs show— so to speak — absence. Absence as a place of possible occurrence, an imaginary scenario, with the places photographed — in their irrefutable uniqueness — being variations of the scene in which anything might happen (or nothing at all). Consequently, a sense of melancholy can sometimes be perceived. This is the melancholy of the end of the show, the “afterwardsness”, when all is said and done — if it is not always to be done, or redone.